Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Between the sunset and the sea

Between the sunset and the sea My love laid hands and lips on me; Of sweet came sour, of day came night, Of long desire came brief delight: Ah love, and what thing came of thee Between the sea-downs and the sea?

Swinburne

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Rabindranath Tagore

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them

Jo Walton

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Canute, the world's largest floating crane

named after King Cnut, who reproved his courtiers, near this very spot

When
King Cnut had reigned for twenty years, he died at Shaftesbury and was buried in
the ancient monastery at Winchester. About the power of this king a little
should be stated. For no English king ever had such wide-ranging authority. For
he was at once the lord of all Denmark, of all England, of all Norway, and also
of Scotland.

Indeed, apart from a number of wars in
which he shone greatly, he conducted himself gracefully and magnificently in
three matters:

The first is, that he married his
daughter to the Roman Emperor with unutterable splendor.

The second, that going to Rome he
arranged a reduction by a half in toll dues along the road that leads though
Gaul to Rome.The third, that with the greatest vigor
he commanded that his chair should be set on the shore, when the tide began
to rise. And then he spoke to the rising sea saying “You are part of my
dominion, and the ground that I am seated upon is mine, nor has anyone disobeyed
my orders with impunity. Therefore, I order you not to rise onto my land, nor to
wet the clothes or body of your Lord”. But the sea carried on rising as usual
without any reverence for his person, and soaked his feet and legs. Then he
moving away said: “All the inhabitants of the world should know that the power
of kings is vain and trivial, and that none is worthy the name of king but He
whose command the heaven, earth and sea obey by eternal laws”. Therefore King
Cnut never afterwards placed the crown on his head, but above a picture of the
Lord nailed to the cross, turning it forever into a means to praise God, the
great king. By whose mercy may the soul of King Cnut enjoy peace.

Henry of Huntingdon, Chronicle, 1129

If I could lick the sunset, I’ll bet it would taste like Neapolitan ice cream

Jarod Kintz﻿

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age